A typical day begins with the sounds of a happy morning person playing with toys. He wakes between 7:30 and 8 each morning, plays until he has had enough, and then begins pounding on his wall while calling for us.
From that point, work for us both keeps life moving until I log off at 5. James is active, plays a lot by himself, but has days where he needs us. It means that when his nap rolls around we are both ready for 2 hours to focus on things that we can spend more than 10 minutes on before someone wants to "help".
By the way, when did he realize that helping was something that he could do? He wants to be in the cabinets and touching things and pulling out pots and pans. We've given him an old set of plastic tubs and lids, and if I am in there cooking, he is in there cooking from one end of the kitchen to the other with me.
His bedtime is later than we like. Normally 9, but a couple of times almost 10. We manage to stay up until at least 11, occasionally 12, catching up with things, and then falling sleeping.
Only to have someone pounding on the wall calling for us in what seems like the blink of an eye...
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